b*tches lyrics
by Bizarre
INTRO
(Bizarre)
Yo, I'm smoking
Drinking
Gone off this Promethazine, man
You know what I’m saying
f*ck it, turn up!
HOOK
I miss when rap was bout
Drugs and b*tches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches
Back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give b*tches some love
VERSE ONE
(Erinem)
I've... been sniffin’ chloroform
Up here in North Dearborn
Never been in rarer form
Ain't a soul I won't outperform
At Biz's crib party
Holdin' up this Bacardi
I'm batsh*t, can't trust you
Too much magic in mushrooms!
Just a massive masochist
Walk all over bars like gymnastics
It's climatic, like a climb-up attic
Snap an start static
Cuz I’m cheap fabric!
I’m bombastic and graphic
When I rap sh*t
Erratic tactics, think I've had it!
Pill addict, ill an’ still at it
Turn Thee Stallion to
A pony in a paddock!
Hitting up Bizarre's bash
Hitting hard like tar hash
Using no caution, while watchin'
Kim Kardash'
That’s a rear-view
Like a cam on a car-dash
b*tch is doing side-kicks, spastic!
In skin tight elastics
Acting like it's magic
b*tch you're like the titlе of M*A*S*H:
All ass-tricks! (asterix)
Ratchet trash!
Can't get my mind right, but
Looking back, that would bе hind-sight
HOOK
I miss when rap was bout
Drugs and b*tches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches
Back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give b*tches some love
VERSE TWO
(Bizarre)
Xannies OxyContin
I be on some shrimpin' sh*t
Four, four, in the morning
Got your sister suckin' di*k!
Leanin' leanin' leanin'
Gleanin' off the Adderall
Leanin' leanin' leanin'
I'm poppin Tylenol
Percocet, get her wet
Gone off the Xanax
High as hell, high as hell
Let's have some dirty sex
Poppin' pills, poppin' spills
Smoking on the best weed
Sippin' lean, sippin' lean
I think I'm bout to O.D
HOOK
I miss when rap was bout
Drugs and b*tches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches
Back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Bout to show you all how
To give b*tches some love
OUTRO
I miss when rap was bout
Drugs and b*tches
Not fashion brands, or the gram
Or your riches
Back to when thugs
Was givin' hugs in the club
Goin' back to spittin' bout
b*tches and drugs